Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 197 189. Untrustworthy Brothers

Reception room side room.

So, why did it become like this?

Hades silently stared at the fruits on the table in a daze, then picked up another one and started to eat it.

Hades was currently sitting in the side room of the reception room waiting, with two Luna Wolves with similar faces sitting in a row in front of him.

The other death shrouds were led by Moon Wolf to wait outside. Horus took Mortarion to the main room of the reception room to chat, while Abaddon took Hades to the side room to chat, but chatting While chatting, Abaddon began to shake people.

Abaddon, who realized that he couldn't talk to Hades alone, hurriedly shook him, and Hades, who was eating and chatting unconsciously.

So Hades now sat in front of half of the members of the Four Kings of the Luna Wolf Council, Abaddon and Sejanus, little Horus and Trogadon were not present.

The Council of Four Kings, also known as the Mourners, is similar to Horus's personal strategic advisor, and has a good relationship with the original Horus in private.

Currently, Sejanus in The Mourner is not dead yet, so in the original book, Gavirloken, who had outstanding military exploits in the later period, is only the captain of Moon Wolf's 10th company.

Hades looked at Abaddon and Sejanus in front of him. He knew the fate of these two people.

One became a victor after the Horus Heresy, the other died in a diplomatic accident before the Heresy.

After the death of Sejanus, the Council of Four Kings lacked that rational and introspective warrior. Although the newly promoted Loken was rational, he was unable to gain a foothold among the mourners due to insufficient qualifications.

This also laid the foundation for the fate of the tragedy that followed.

After the Emperor returned to Terra, Erebus engineered Horus to be stabbed by a broken sword from Nurgle. Nurgle's poison put the primarch in a life-threatening situation. In the end, the panicked mourners chose to obey Erebus. Rebas's suggestion was to send Horus to the temple of the Four Gods for treatment. Horus was contaminated by Chaos there. When the original body came out of the temple again, he was no longer that person. Horus.

But if Sejanus was still there, this rational mourner might have stopped Abaddon and the others from their crazy behavior, of course, maybe.

After all, Hades is not a master of deduction. In different situations and states, the choices a person makes may be very different. People cannot always remain rational.

Hades sincerely hopes that Moon Wolf will not fall into tragedy, but it seems that the key to solving Moon Wolf's situation does not lie with Moon Wolf. Go back and find the Emperor, or go to the Word Bearers.

Moreover, Hades had to go to great lengths to get just one Mortarion. He originally thought that he would be done with killing the alien lord Naklay, but the result was one after another. Who knows if there will be more in the future.

With Hades' current position, he couldn't say nonsense to Sejanus about not going on a diplomatic mission, or saying "Don't die, the three mourners behind you will not be clear-headed if you die."

Hades thought for a while. There is no solution to this kind of thing at present, and it cannot be changed by just saying a few words. It is better to establish a good relationship with the opponent first, and then act according to the situation later.

I don’t know what I told War Dog back then, or whether War Dog found Angron in the end.

Compared to Hades, who was thinking a lot and was chewing fruit while telling the plot, Abaddon, who was opposite Hades, was sweating coldly. It was obvious that talking to the Death Guard required too much knowledge. Abaddon, who started to feel tired halfway through, was decisive. He pulled Sejanus who was passing by so that he could not embarrass Moon Wolf in the death guard's chat.

This is not the kind of tit-for-tat kind, this is a very special kind of chat. Every time Hades can approach the problem from an angle that Abaddon never thought of, and he doesn't have the arrogance that ordinary space warriors have at all. On topics that Hades was interested in but didn't understand, Abaddon would be chased and asked by Hades.

At first, Abaddon was complacent in telling Hades some battlefield analysis, but after Hades asked more and more difficult and in-depth questions, and at the same time began to ask Abadon back for data and examples, Abaddon slowly became aware of it. Something's not right.

This was not what he expected.

The promised Death Guard has only experienced two wars.

In the end, Abaddon decisively shook Sejanus over, leaving him to take over the hard work.

Sejanus next to Abaddon was meditating. The conversation with Hades just now clearly inspired the warrior. Sejanus realized that some of the angles proposed by Hades would provide new solutions to the problem.

Seeing that the confrontation between the two finally came to an intermission, Abaddon hurriedly chatted a few words to liven up the atmosphere. Of course, Moon Wolf knew the role of this Death Guard in the diplomacy of the Legion. In addition to the original body, Moon Wolf would take the initiative to make friends with those outstanding stars. Warriors, this is also an extension of their foreign policy.

"It's a pity that Tarik and young Horus are not here. I think they would be happy to meet you."

Hades smiled politely and took Abaddon's words.

"I'm also looking forward to getting in touch with other knowledgeable people in the Luna Wolves. Chatting with the two of them has inspired me a lot."

This is a lie. Hades spent half of the time looking at Abaddon's braid in a trance, and the other half of the time was talking about the plot. Hades used skip and auto-play in the conversation just now.

This kind of mindless conversation is very simple. Just grab a relatively obscure key point in the other person's conversation and ask it. Maintain an interested listening posture throughout and let the other person talk.

It's just that Hades's past made the key points he grasped relatively new, so it inspired Sejanus more.

While Abaddon and Hades were chatting, Sejanus silently stared at the two of them thinking.

What Hades didn't know was that he had successfully attracted the interest of two of the Moon Wolf mourners.

The main living room.

"My brother, how does it feel to lead a Legion?"

The main room of the original body's exclusive reception room did not have too many decorations. The walls were hollowed out, and there were a few bottles of wine. A half-new Luna Wolf flag hung in the center of the wall, and on the desk below it There are several books that are obviously well-thumbed.

Mortarion, who had extinguished the poisonous gas from the censer, sat opposite Horus. He held a piece in his hand and stared at the chessboard in front of him, thinking that Horus had just taught him a kind of naval chess popular in the empire. The beautifully carved chess pieces were in dark blue. Moving on the chessboard, this chess piece that simplifies the rules of naval warfare obviously attracted Mortarion's interest.

After all, there's not much entertainment on Barbarus.

Mortarion answered casually,

".This gives me more joy than joining the Empire."

Horus was speechless. Through the previous contact, he already knew that this brother had great opinions on the Emperor and the Empire.

"There are indeed some aspects of the Empire that do not satisfy us. Perhaps you can learn about those more distant star fields, and in those lands where planet leaders are more honest, you will find that the brilliance of mankind is so attractive to you."

"This is what our expedition is about, for humanity."

Horus smiled mockingly and made another move. He often played chess with Sanguinius, so Horus still had room for redundancy when bullying a novice on the chessboard.

"Moreover, after all, those mortals cannot do as well as we do. You have to admit that even our best descendants will have omissions, let alone those mortals."

"No."

Mortarion stared at the chessboard, thinking about how to use his cruiser to cut off the opposite supply line.

Horus wondered for a moment at this denial, not understanding what Mortarion was denying.

But he saw Mortarion still staring at the chessboard in deep thought, and Horus was inconvenient to interrupt Mortarion's thinking with questions.

Mortarion felt that he could move his cruisers next to the Mechanicum fleet, which would be a good deterrent, so he did so.

When Mortarion saw his fleet successfully inserted into the enemy fleet, he raised his head with satisfaction and said proudly,

"My best heirs make no mistakes, but truly outstanding warriors should not be called heirs. They are comrades-in-arms and people we can rely on on the battlefield."

But then Mortarion saw Horus smiling in disbelief.

"No one makes mistakes, my brother. Even I dare not claim to never make mistakes. Even Fulgrim, who considers himself perfect among us, will not deny the mistakes he has made."

"My brother, Mortarion, have you not made mistakes? Even if we have not made those irreversible mistakes, sometimes small mistakes are inevitable."

Before he finished speaking, Horus keenly noticed that Mortarion's breathing paused for a moment.

An irreversible mistake. Mortarion was dragged into unbearable memories. Fantasy from the future always alerted Mortarion of the sins he might commit.

Even though he and Hades had purged Barbarus of the evil psychic energy, how Mortarion knew that this had truly cut off everything.

All they can do is keep adding security to a Pandora's box that might be opened, locking layer after layer until the chains fill the gaps.

After a while, Mortarion let out a dull sigh.

"I've made mistakes."

Across from him Horus looked at him carefully;

"Are you okay, brother? You don't look right. Maybe I can get you some wine. I just received wine here from a mortal diplomat."

Without waiting for Mortarion to react, Horus stood up on his own, took a bottle from the wine in the wall, poured himself a glass at will, and handed another glass to Mortarion.

Mortarion stared at the translucent amber red, and there was even a mellow smell coming from it.

Of course he drinks, but not this kind of wine. The Death Guard has its own unique culture. The primarch likes to choose a warrior who fights bravely after the war to drink poisonous wine. Those poisonous wines that can make the stomachs of space warriors boil are what they admit. A symbol of defeat and death.

At first on Barbarus, Mortarion dragged Karas to drink every day. Later, Karas couldn't stand the strength of the wine, so Mortarion began to drag Hades to drink. Later, Mortarion Ann noticed that Hades retched every time before getting the wine, so he started picking other warriors to drink.

This doesn't mean that Mortarion doesn't think Hades fights heroically, but maybe Hades simply can't stand the taste.

Mortarion was helpless. He could not weaken the poison of these wines for the sake of taste. Generally, these wines pressed and fermented by beetles and poisonous plants had a unique flavor, and Mortarion liked this taste.

Realizing that Horus was observing him from behind, Mortarion had to carefully take off his breathing mask, then take a sip from his glass.

Mortarion smashed the glass and smashed his mouth. The taste of the wine was too weak. He wanted to put down the glass of wine, which was as tasteless as water, but looking at Horus's kindness to him, Mortarion chose one. Drink all this wine in one breath.

Damn it, Horus poured him another drink.

Mortarion chose to wear his own breathing mask this time. He was not thirsty and did not want to drink water.

Horus looked at the poisonous gas that had just emerged from Mortarion's breathing mask. It looked several times stronger than the poisonous gas in Mortarion's incense burner. Has he been breathing this? Horus thought Mortarion was breathing pure air in his mask.

Horus realized that this brother might be more problematic than he thought. If Fulgrim were here, he would probably have begun to gently correct Mortarion's drinking posture.

As the first Primarch to be recovered, Horus knew that some of his brothers were not perfect, especially the recently recovered Angron. From the Emperor's few words, Horus learned about his The brothers were subjected to intolerable torture and were not in a position to have contact with other brothers.

Mortarion, who had clearly reacted abnormally just now, and the poisonous gas in his breathing mask, made Horus feel that he needed to know more about his brothers. The Emperor was too busy to devote himself to every brother. Be as patient and careful as Horus.

Horus took a sip of the wine. These were some of the rarest wines he had saved. They would only be taken out when entertaining the brothers of the original body, and their fine pressing process could fully satisfy the discerning taste buds of the original body.

Horus deliberately remained silent for a moment, letting the silence create a suitable stage curtain for him,

"My brother, Mortarion, I know this may offend you."

"But I want to say that if you are confused or even frustrated about the past or current situations, you may be able to talk to me."

Horus's voice sounded from behind Mortarion, and Mortarion stared at the air above the chessboard. It felt bad. He just wanted to play a game of chess, but he was involved in an unnecessary conversation.

But he knew that Horus meant well. This brother was the primarch that Mortarion had met with the most kindness to him so far. Horus gave him enough space and was not as aggressive as the previous beings. He used his own His military exploits and experience squeezed Mortarion's living space.

"Sometimes it's a good idea to have someone to talk to, but if you like mystery—"

Mortarion heard Horus smile kindly,

"Then keep it mysterious, that's fascinating, isn't it?"

The relaxed atmosphere created in advance, the sudden pressing step, and the slow half-step back, Horus knew how to conquer the city on the battlefield of words.

He heard Mortarion inhale slightly, as if preparing for a long speech.

Horus curled his lips. He would help his brothers integrate into the Imperium, even if neither of them recognized it as "help". Few Primarchs were willing to offer to be "helped".

Mortarion thought about everything that was confusing and frightening before. He asked Malcador, but Malcador simply stated that it was the malice of the subspace. Mortarion tried to ask more. , but was ignored by mortals, so Mortarion only knew that there was Chaos, but what had they ever done to humans? What will they do to humans in the future?

Mortarion knew nothing of this, he only saw the corruption that would come from his deepest nightmares.

Mortarion leaned back in his chair. He suddenly realized that this would be an excellent opportunity to ask his brother what he knew in this regard. Although Malcador did not encourage or forbid this behavior, Horus He also said that they do not welcome Machado.

Mortarion tried to slowly sort out a clue from the jumbled memories. He thought of the rotting and wriggling carrion on the Endurance, and of the scion soul trapped in the stinking body. He stared at the wall opposite. , the memory gradually becomes clear.

He thought of the holes-riddled walls of the Endurance. They silently overlapped before his eyes with the walls of the Vengeful Blade.

Mortarion woke suddenly.

He began to sweat coldly, and Mortarion suddenly realized a terrifying fact, an inference that was enough to make him uneasy, a truth that he deliberately ignored.

Perhaps Mortarion had been silent for too long. Horus came from behind him and put his hand on Mortarion's shoulder.

"Are you okay, bro?"

Horus's voice began to become unclear, and Mortarion felt that he was about to lose control of his breathing. As if he realized that something was wrong with Mortarion, Horus's hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, as if He gestured to Mortarion to turn around and look at him.

But Mortarion did not dare to turn around. He lowered his head and stared at the dark blue chessboard, almost burying himself among the chess pieces.

Mortarion didn't want this. He finally met a brother who took the initiative to care about him, but he realized the bad news——

If he, if the Death Guard may fall, does that mean that the twenty legions parallel to them may also fall into the abyss of eternal destruction?

Mortarion's pupils narrowed and he stared at the enemy and friendly chess pieces on the chessboard. Except for the color, the rest of them were exactly the same.

Did Horus know this? Did he know that a Luna Wolf could become corrupted? Should he say it? Or have they fallen? No, Hades didn't react, they hadn't fallen yet.

Should he tell Horus? But Mortarion remembered everything that happened when he heard that evil word. Language has its own unique charm, and the weak wine stagnated on the tip of Mortarion's tongue.

Everything became out of control, and the brotherhood that had just been established quickly turned to ashes. Only the cold and cruel truth reminded Mortarion - he couldn't even guarantee that his own legion would not fall into the abyss, so how could he try to trust other legions? Are there untouchables like Hades in the Moon Wolves? If not, how should they face those beings? This is an army unique to the Death Guard. Does this mean that all the remaining legions are defenseless here, and they don't even know that they are naked? "Brother? Mortarion? Are you okay?" Mortarion took a deep breath, "I'm not okay." He stood up in this direction, trying not to look at Horus's eyes that might be full of worry. His brother's eyes would speak, and Mortarion didn't want to say anything because of this. "But I hope everything is fine for you." He re-lit his censer, and the poisonous gas slowly floated out. Mortarion picked up a chess piece and watched the chess piece easily contaminated by the poison stains of the censer in his hand. "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. It's a pity that I can't play chess with you."

"You can send me the strategic command later. I will let the Death Guard execute your tactics after I think the tactics are feasible and correct."

The qualifications of the Death Guard made Mortarion also marked as "auxiliary" in this battle.

Horus looked at Mortarion's transformation in amazement. It all happened too fast. Horus didn't even know where the problem was with his words that always performed stably.

Looking at Mortarion who was anxious to leave, Horus only had time to look at Mortarion's torn gray and white cloak and speak,

"Okay? Are you really okay, brother?"

"But if you really have something to do, remember to find me!"

Mortarion picked up his war scythe from the door and strode out of the main room of the reception room in silence,

"I will."

This sentence dissipated in an instant like the poisonous fog that enveloped his whole body.

"Hades, let's go!"

Mortarion watched Hades pick up a few more fruits and stood up. The two moon wolves behind Hades were obviously startled by Mortarion's sudden appearance. They stood up a little at a loss, as if they wanted to see Hades off.

The Primarch seemed to casually lower his war sickle, and the huge sickle blade prevented the moon wolves from moving further.

Mortarion frowned imperceptibly, and Hades was still unconsciously echoing the words of the two moon wolves. They seemed to have made an appointment to see each other next time.

He looked at the fruit in Hades' hand,

"Don't eat it."

Mortarion said in a low voice, and then he saw Hades, who was obviously stunned. Hades looked at him in surprise, and seemed to realize that something was wrong.

Mortarion ignored Hades, and he quickly left the territory of the moon wolves with the death shrouds.

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